A Prophecy of Two Boys

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Harry's Point of View

We were moved out of cabin eleven that evening and put straight into cabin 3. It was dusty, and eerily empty in the blue cabin. It was made of rough sea stone and decorated with embedded coral and seashells. A large bronze trident hung over the door. It had a curious salty smell, like sea-air. The inside was walls made of abalone. Otherwise the cabin was bare, with just six bunks with silken sheets to take up the space.

We lay on our side, eyes shut against the darkness and let the tears begin to fall, slowly and quietly. We were alone here. Our friends were behind in England with our family. Poseidon… Poseidon wasn't our father.

'Harry.' Percy tried to smile at me. 'Relax. You're strung tighter than a bow. What're you thinking of that's got you so uptight?'

I sighed. 'Sorry, Percy. I just… I don't want to believe it all. James is our father. He might not have always been around for us, but at least he was physically there. Poseidon… He's a god. I just… I can't…'

I struggled to put my feelings into words. Percy nodded in understanding.

'He doesn't feel real, just yet, does he? Hopefully… maybe when or if we meet him it might feel more real.'

Feeling slightly better, I relaxed a little, enough to get to sleep.

We dreamed of the beach again. The horse and eagle were still fighting, desperately lashing out at anything they could to hurt one another. This time we tried to run towards them, to pull the eagle off of the horse and stop them once and for all. The sand seemed to tug at our feet as we ran, making each step harder than the last. The stormy wind battered us back too, and thunder boomed ominously, but no lighting flashed in the dark sky.

Still running towards the animals, we tripped over a clump of grass, and fell through the sand into a different vision. We just saw a glimpse of a lightning bolt, crackling with electricity and lighting up a small dark cave before the image was gone, and we were suddenly at Hogwarts.

We were sitting in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, though the ghost was no-where in sight. From one of the cubicles we could hear a girl sobbing, and the shifting of her feet on the floor. The door opened and a tall boy walked in, looking about the age of sixteen. He had fine facial features, with the same aristocratic look about him that the Malfoy's had. His hair was dark and neat, much like his uniform. Clear green eyes flittered round the room curiously. They skipped over us before resting on the locked cubicle door. Shrugging, the boy turned to the sink.

$Open.$ The boy hissed in a familiar language, apparently to the sink. We gave him a strange look.

'Why is he talking to a sink?' Percy laughed nervously. This boy, whoever he was giving of scary vibes, and we didn't like that.

The cubical door creaked open an inch behind us, but we ignored it, watching in shock as the sinks slowly moved apart, the top floating off it. A large snake waited inside, it's hide a sickly green and its eyes… they looked an almost sulphuric yellow, and had a freezing power. I felt positively sure that, had this not have been a dream, we would have dropped dead after looking into that gaze. We shivered.

A sickly thud echoed round the room, originating from the cubical behind us, where the crying girl had been. A triumphant smirk lit up the other boy's face, and we shivered, forcing ourselves to look round.

We saw the pale hand first. Limp, as if she was unconscious. They we saw the rest of her, from where she had fallen out of the cubical. Her messy black hair covered her face, but I had a strange sense of certainty that she wore glasses, and her round face was patterned with freckles. Myrtle. Moaning Myrtle. The poor, poor girl…